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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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ICEBOUND
Chapter One
Of course, she didnÕt know the real reason, Melanie said to herself.
She did her best to hide a smile as she gazed into the older womanÕs eyes.
They were blue, like her own, but with a dark, flashing quality to them, a
kind of depth that Melanie, gazing at them with her own, paler, sky-blue
eyes, found menacing. It was like staring into twin sapphires, treasures
dug up from deep in the Antarctic wastes.
The wind howled outside. Melanie listened and shivered. She still
couldnÕt believe she was here, in Antarctica, at the Anglo-French Research
Station run by the famous Steve Dent and his wife Kara. The blonde
Swedish woman with the sapphire eyes repeated again what sheÕd said, to
make sure the young American heard it.
ÒThe Antarctic is very unforgiving,Ó Kara said. ÒOne mistake, and
itÕs over. Your life, I mean, not just your stay here. So even if you donÕt
quite understand, and there are many things you might not since youÕre
new here, itÕs important that you always obey.Ó The blonde brushed back a
lock of her hair that had spilled down from her otherwise prim bun. Her
more angular face gazed at MelanieÕs soft, round one. She smiled, to
soften her last remark. Melanie smiled back.
ÒYes,Ó Melanie said.
ÒVery good,Ó Kara replied. She turned. With a wave of her hand,
which was perfectly manicured, she waved at a rack of equipment. ÒThis
is the communications room,Ó she said. ÒItÕs our lifeline. Help is at least
three days away, by helicopter, and then only if the radioÕs working. Never
touch this equipment,Ó Kara said to Melanie. ÒIf it breaks, weÕre all done
for. SteveÕs had to jury-rig it a little, since the last shipment came in.
Hopefully some new stuff came with you... weÕll have to unpack the boxes
and see.Ó She smiled again, turning once more to Melanie. ÒSometimes
they say theyÕll send things and then donÕt, sending the wrong things, stuff
we already have, or donÕt really need.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Melanie said. She nodded. She wished only to seem compliant.
The radio room was the last thing on her mind.
ÒSteve doesnÕt really like me touching the comm equipment, to be
honest with you,Ó Kara continued, explaining some more when, in fact,
MelanieÕs mind had already drifted elsewhere. Steve! Steve Dent! She had
worked her tail off her Senior year in High School, when sheÕd learned of
the opportunity to be with him. SheÕd always been bright but in her junior
year sheÕd started to let things slip, started to party a little, when
suddenly in National Geographic, in the back, where they advertised the
index to a yearsÕ worth of issues, and the cardboard boxes to store them
in, sheÕd found the ad.
ÒINTERN needed,Ó the ad read. ÒStudy at the Anglo-French Antarctic
research station. Do important scientific research! Travel and all
necessary expenses paid. Open to college students.Ó
Melanie had first seen Steve Dent on PBS when she was 10. She
liked educational T.V., even though all her friends watched MTV. SheÕd
followed the handsome explorerÕs career ever since. Even though the ad
didnÕt mention him by name, she knew he was there, at the Anglo-French
station. She also knew his wife had died exploring with him only 9 months
ago, and heÕd since remarried, taking his lovely new bride back to
Antarctica with him.
And now Melanie was gazing at that new bride, in the radio room.
She was, frankly, feeling a bit intimidated by the woman, as the blonde
Swede bent down and fiddled with some radio knobs. ÒThe signal looks
good,Ó the blonde said, checking a needle that swung inside a glass dial.
ÒHopefully the incoming storm wonÕt knock down our antenna.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Melanie let out a slight gasp. The Swede, who had bent down
over the controls for the radio, stood up. ÒIs a storm coming?Ó Melanie
asked, aware again of the wind, howling out beyond the walls of the
station.Ó
ÒMmmhmm,Ó the Swede answered. Standing erect now, she turned
and checked some racked equipment along a wall. ÒStorm seasonÕs
coming,Ó Kara said. ÒWe were lucky to get you in.Ó She glanced at the
girl. ÒAnother week and you would have had to go back, without making
the final jump from the ship to our station.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Melanie said.
ÒYes,Ó Kara continued. ÒItÕs a long voyage. It would have been a pity
to lose you.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Melanie agreed. She remembered the ship. It was a scientific
research vessel, a freighter, really, jammed with lots of gear, like in this
radio room. There had been a ton of guys on board, only a few females.
SheÕd been popular and enjoyed herself but it had gotten annoying after
awhile, with so many guys hitting on her. They were pleasant about it but
it was obvious that she was young and pretty, the youngest and prettiest
in fact, and newly available, having just turned 18. They were without
female company, except for the handful of female scientists on board. It
was a ratio thing, Melanie guessed, in addition to her being a Òripe
cherry,Ó as sheÕd overheard one guy say. A dozen guys for every girl, and
the girls bent on keeping up their professional status, not giving in too
easily. And of course Melanie hadnÕt given in at all. SheÕd been, since age
10, saving herself for Steve.
ÒCÕmon. IÕll show you the room where we do experiments,Ó Kara said
to Melanie. She left the equipment sheÕd been studying, beckoning the girl
along with a wave of her arm. Melanie followed. They walked out of the
comm room and into a hall. The walls were wood, the floor wooden crates
laid end-to-end. Above them a wire was strung, running along one wall of
the hall, a bare light bulb hanging from the wire every 10 feet or so. It
was their source of light, this string of bulbs, looking like cheap Japanese
lanterns strung up without any decorative shades. They passed down along
the corridor, the boards creaking under their feet. Beneath them was
another layer of boards and then, below that, nothing but frozen snow. It
made Melanie shiver to think of it. The Antarctic ice cap was directly
below her and, somewhere below its frozen solidity, there was deep, cold
water. Like the Titanic had sunk in. Antarctic was a continent in its own
right, but the work Steve was doing here now necessitated his being in
this spot, and, unfortunately for one who wished to dwell on it, there was
no actual land down under the ice and snow lying under their feet. Melanie
shivered again, feeling the warmth of her boots on her feet and hearing the
wind.
ÒHere we are,Ó Kara announced. She turned and went through another
doorway, leaving the hall, Melanie quickly following. The young girl
stopped short as soon as sheÕd come through the doorway. There, amidst
the room carved out of the ice and lined with bare wooden walls, stood a
gleaming metal table. ÒThis is where we do our dissecting,Ó Kara said to
the girl. ÒSeals, otters.Ó She went forward to the table and picked up a
scalpel, lying close by the table on a metal surgical tray. ÒThe occasional
penguin,Ó Kara continued. She looked at the scalpel and replaced it on the
tray. ÒIÕll have to clean that,Ó she said absently. ÒSteve will kill me if he
finds me leaving dirty equipment lying around. I did a fish this morning,Ó
she said. Melanie saw a stain on the table, on white wax paper. ÒYouÕll
wind up here too, if you get injured,Ó Kara said to Melanie. ÒThis room
doubles as our medical ward.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Melanie answered. Kara picked up the scalpel again, and
walked to a jar of fluid. She opened the jar and dropped in the scalpel. It
made a plopping sound, landing in the fluid. Melanie smelled formaldehyde.
ÒLetÕs get something to eat,Ó Kara said to Melanie. She smiled. ÒYou
must be famished after your ride on SteveÕs chopper. It always makes me
digest whatever I have, being way up in the air like that, over everything.
My stomach just releases all this acid and itÕs like, whoom, everythingÕs
digested. Which is a lot better than throwing up, which is what I used to
do,Ó Kara laughed. Melanie let out a giggle. ÒBut you didnÕt get sick?Ó
Kara asked the blonde girl.
ÒNo,Ó Melanie answered.
ÒYouÕre lucky,Ó Kara said. ÒYou must be cut out to be a scientist
then. I think I spent too many years in the library, and lost my touch with
the outdoors.Ó
ÒWhat did you do your Phd. in?Ó Melanie asked, following the woman
out of the medical room and back into the hall.
ÒIÕm afraid I followed in the august footsteps of Dr. Kevorkian,Ó Kara
said. ÒI studied how organisms die. Also how they manage to cope with
pain,Ó she said.
ÒOh,Ó Melanie nodded, feeling intimidated again. The woman was no
slouch, when it came to scholarly research. SheÕd written an important
paper with a big long name that Melanie had tried to read, at the
University library near her high school. It had been published in Pathology
Quarterly, and then reprinted in two other journals, it had been so well-
received. As a result SteveÕs grant for his latest work had been doubled.
ÒI guess SteveÕs delighted to have your skills,Ó Melanie said to Kara,
walking along the hall with her.
ÒYes. We met two years ago, in the library in fact,Ó Kara said. ÒI
was bent over some book, and when I looked up, there he was. The famous
explorer!Ó
ÒHow romantic!Ó Melanie gushed.
ÒI couldnÕt believe it,Ó Kara said. ÒI recognized him immediately.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Melanie agreed, enthusiastically. Together they walked
into a room with a refrigerator and a stove. Between the two was a sink.
Along one wall were some cabinets and, sitting here and there, large
unopened boxes.
ÒOur kitchen and supply room,Ó Kara said. ÒAs you can see, since
youÕve just come in with the latest load, it wonÕt all fit in our real supply
room. So find a seat among the boxes of dried beans and rice and try to
make yourself comfy.Ó Melanie pulled out a chair from a table, that sat
between two boxes. The chair was made of wood, but someone had made
the attempt to domesticate it by tying a small cushion onto the back of
the chair, which lay over the seat. Melanie sat down. The cushion felt
soft under her snowsuit-clad bottom. Kara opened the fridge and took out
a microwavable meal from the freezer part of the unit. ÒLetÕs see, do you
like roast beef?Ó Kara asked. She took out another meal, held both in her
hands. ÒOr ham?Ó She laughed. ÒAfter awhile, theyÕll both start to taste
the same, I assure you,Ó she said. ÒSo perhaps it doesnÕt really matter. I
prefer natural food myself, but thatÕs impossible to come by down here,
unless you want to take up a diet of fresh seals.Ó
ÒIÕll-- have whatever you have,Ó Melanie answered.
ÒAlright. Ham, then,Ó Kara said. She looked at the box. ÒHam and
mashed potatoes with not enough butter, so IÕll have to get out some of
that... some should have come in with you and Steve... and chocolate
pudding. IÕll see if they shipped us some fresh lettuce. Did you see Steve
unpack any?Ó she asked.
ÒI donÕt know. It was all just boxes,Ó Melanie answered.
ÒIÕll go check in the storage room.Ó She handed Melanie a meal.
ÒHere, find another ham dinner and put them in the microwave,Ó she said.
ÒThereÕs no harm in you operating that. Although,Ó she added, after a
momentÕs thought. ÒBe careful. If it breaks weÕll have just the stove.Ó
Melanie replaced the roast beef dinner in the freezer part of the
fridge. She dug around until she found a second ham dinner, and then
unwrapped both. She put one in the microwave, leaving the other on the
kitchen counter-top for the moment, since both meals wouldnÕt fit into
the stove at once. She smiled, to herself. It was so fun being in the
Antarctic! The accommodations werenÕt the best but SteveÕs presence
more than made up for it. And Kara seemed nice. If she could get along
with her, she was sure she and Steve would have a wonderful two months
together down under!
The wind was raging outside as Kara watched Steve lead the young
student down the hall. The storm had come in early, bringing Steve in
with it. It had been too cold for him to stay in the maintenance room,
down at the end of the compound. Here it was warmer, in the living
quarters, although they all still stayed bundled up in insulated snow pants
and boots. Kara watched MelanieÕs bottom move in the thin, insulated
pants as she walked down the hall. It was high and firm. The twin cheeks
juddered as she walked, with seeming impudence. Kara felt a sudden
quickening of her heart. The girlÕs ass was as pretty as the rest of her;
prettier even, just as sheÕd imagined it might be. A young high school
girlÕs bum, saucy and ripe for pleasure, still untested.
Kara smiled. Yes, she knew Melanie was a virgin. She could guess it
from the way she moved, what sheÕd said about the men on the ship. She
gazed at the girlÕs trim young figure, listened, above the wind, to her
excited comments to Steve. Her hand brushed the explorerÕs. Her fingers
reached out, then drew back, too shy to let her feelings be known... yet.
Oh, if the girl only knew! Kara had no interest in Steve. She had
married him only to advance her career. Yes, he was handsome. But
handsome men were commonplace to her. She had always been remarkably,
even astoundingly beautiful, with her sapphire eyes and her long Swedish
blonde hair. Perhaps that was why sheÕd been content to ensconce herself
in libraries for so many years. She had only to get up from her books and
there was always some man waiting for her. Even Steve Dent, famous
explorer, as it turned out. But men, and their passions, held little interest
for her. It was useful, perhaps, to have SteveÕs living organ to play with,
instead of a piece of plastic. But it was girls that had always interested
her! She loved their bright, curious eyes, their warm snatches, their young
growing bosoms. Ever since childhood she had had a series of intimate
girlfriends. Some willing, some not-so-willing, surprised when sheÕd
persuaded them out of their clothes and embarrassed afterwards, by the
dark secrets sheÕd shared with them. Steve had wanted a mature
scientist, like herself, to join them at the station. But Kara had been
enthralled by Melanie ever since sheÕd set eyes on the photo the girl sent
in, along with her application. Her pale, lovely eyes, blue as the Antarctic
sky on a storm-free day. Her innocent gaze, her warm bright cheeks, her
perfect rosebud lips. Kara wanted this girl, and wanted her very badly.
She hoped Steve wanted her too. Surely he must. Kara watched how Steve
responded to the girl, watched him all the way until he, with her in tow,
rounded a corner in the hall.
ÒItÕs nice that itÕs warmer now,Ó Melanie said the next day at
breakfast. Kara nodded.
ÒSteve got the second generator going,Ó she said. She dug into a
microwaved batch of eggs.
ÒIÕll cook some fresh ones for you if youÕll let me,Ó Melanie said,
looking up from the stove, where she was just about to crack an egg and
put it in a skillet.
ÒNo, IÕve got to get outside this morning, before another storm
comes in,Ó Kara said. ÒThereÕs some observations I have to do.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Melanie said. ÒBut it would only take a moment.Ó
ÒI donÕt have a moment,Ó Kara said. She wolfed down the eggs on her
aluminum tray, as Steve walked into the room.
ÒSteve!Ó Melanie gushed. Kara caught the note of excitement in the
girlÕs voice. Without looking up, she smiled inwardly to herself. The girl
no doubt saw herself having Steve all to herself at breakfast. It would be
a romantic meal, Steve and his young apprentice, with Kara out of the way.
But the Swedish woman didnÕt mind. The sooner one or both of them got
the girl out of her clothes, the sooner she herself might have fun with her.
In fact, she was going out early for just that purpose... in hopes that Steve
would get things going with Melanie while she was away.
ÒMmmm. Something smells wonderful,Ó Steve said. He bent over the
stove, next to Melanie.
ÒFresh eggs,Ó Melanie said brightly. She cracked a second egg,
plopped its yellow-white contents into the skillet. ÒWant one? Kara says
itÕs been months since youÕve had any.Ó
ÒSure,Ó Steve said. He leaned closer to the girl. He nudged her long
blonde hair with his nose. ÒBut I smell something else,Ó he said.
ÒOh, thatÕs my newest perfume,Ó Melanie blushed. ÒI saved it just
for you. ItÕs very expensive.Ó
ÒIt smells expensive,Ó Steve said.
ÒItÕs from France. I bought it before I got on the ship,Ó Melanie said.
She shook her head. ÒGod, if IÕd worn it on that ship IÕd be pregnant by
now!Ó
ÒIÕll bet you would!Ó Steve laughed. He drew away from her, but
continued to admire her as he found a chair amidst the boxes scattered in
the kitchen. He sat down. ÒMorning, honey,Ó he said to Kara.
ÒMorning,Ó Kara said over a mouthful of eggs. ÒGoing out.Ó
ÒSo soon?Ó Steve asked. Kara nodded. She swallowed.
ÒAnother stormÕs predicted for this afternoon, according to the
weather report. With our luck it will probably arrive early, like
yesterdayÕs did.Ó Steve looked down at the table.
ÒHmmm,Ó he agreed. ÒThank God we got Melanie and all the supplies
in yesterday. Last nightÕs was a real howler.Ó
ÒThank God you got that second generator up and running again,Ó Kara
said.
ÒIt wasnÕt easy,Ó Steve grunted. ÒCareful with the radio. They
didnÕt send us the parts.Ó KaraÕs head bolted up.
ÒYouÕre kidding,Ó she said.
ÒNo, IÕm not,Ó Steve said. He shook his head. ÒFucking morons.Ó
ÒTheyÕre trying to drive you back to the main station,Ó Kara said.
ÒThey donÕt like you being way out here.Ó
ÒI canÕt get anything done there,Ó Steve said. ÒGod, that Norton! He
runs the place like itÕs his personal property. IÕll put up with a bad radio
and a fiddly generator if itÕll keep me away from him.Ó
ÒHeÕs jealous of you,Ó Kara said.
ÒDonÕt I know it!Ó Steve said.
ÒEggs are ready,Ó Melanie called from the stove.
ÒSheÕs proving her worth already,Ó Steve said to Kara. The Swedish
woman nodded.
ÒSheÕll be very valuable to us, I think. I told her not to fool with the
comm stuff.Ó
ÒGood,Ó Steve said. He watched with admiring eyes as Melanie came
over to him, having put both eggs for him on a plate. The girl was almost
prancing, he noticed, very proud to be serving him. ÒThanks,Ó Steve said,
as Melanie put down the plate before him.
ÒIÕll get some sausage and coffee for you too,Ó Melanie offered.
ÒOkay,Ó Steve said. ÒBut donÕt forget yourself. I donÕt want you
starving while IÕm pigging out.Ó Melanie paused. She ran her hands down
her sides. She was wearing a checked flannel shirt, tucked into a pair of
jeans. This morning she wore moccasins, not boots, and the top button of
her shirt was unbuttoned.
ÒDo you think IÕm skinny?Ó Melanie asked. Steve sliced into his eggs,
eagerly, while looking up at the girl.
ÒNo, youÕre perfect,Ó Steve said. He stabbed his eggs with a fork.
ÒAnd if you donÕt mind my saying, youÕve got the cutest ass in Antarctica.Ó
Melanie blushed, fiercely. And then, awkwardly, she turned, to go back to
the stove. Steve eyed her bottom. It was as full and prominent as her
lovely young breasts, a bit smaller perhaps, as if all the fat on her slender
young form had gone into her tits first, filling out her ass only when her
treasures in front were done. God! What a beauty she was, Steve thought.
Melanie felt SteveÕs eyes on her butt. She gave it a wiggle, girlishly, not
sure how to flaunt it but wanting to, still innocent.
ÒSteve!Ó Kara scolded.
ÒI hope you donÕt accuse me of sexual harassment for saying that,Ó
Steve apologized, still staring after Melanie.
ÒNo. Not at all,Ó the young girl answered. She opened the fridge, the
freezer section, managing to jiggle her behind again as she rummaged
through the boxes there.
ÒI mean, you know, it would be a terrible way to begin our
relationship,Ó Steve continued. Kara, finished with her eggs, got up from
the table.
ÒIÕm sure she takes it in the manner it was intended,Ó Kara said. She
gave Steve a grin, not entirely knowing, but not without a hint of
conspiracy. Now it was SteveÕs turn to blush, as he realized his wife
didnÕt seem to mind his admiration of their new guest. ÒBoys will be
boys,Ó Kara added.
ÒYes, I guess so,Ó Steve agreed, his blush deepening. Melanie, still
blushing herself, called out in a loud voice,
ÒFound it!Ó as she pulled a carton of frozen sausages out of the
freezer. Kara took a quick drink of coffee from a cup by her empty plate.
ÒYou two have fun,Ó Kara said. ÒIÕll be back in a little while.Ó
ÒBye,Ó Melanie said, to KaraÕs back as the woman walked from the
room.
ÒBye,Ó Steve chimed, but his eyes were on Melanie.
ÒSo you like my bottom,Ó Melanie said, a little while later, sitting at
the table with Steve. They were just finishing up breakfast. It had been a
glorious affair, with fresh eggs and sausage and toast, and jelly and
butter, coffee and ham and pancakes, topped off with hot chocolate with
whipped cream.
ÒYes. And I love your cooking,Ó Steve said. He grinned at her. ÒThat
was quite a storm you cooked up. But youÕve barely touched yours.Ó
ÒIÕm not really hungry,Ó Melanie said. She looked nervously at her
plate. She put her hand to her belly. The excitement of serving Steve was
giving her butterflies. It was just herself and Steve here in the kitchen,
with Kara gone, her and her true love, and now he was quite pleased with
her!
ÒI suppose you were popular in high school,Ó Steve said to the girl.
ÒNot TOO popular,Ó Melanie answered, hoping Steve caught her
meaning. He did. He blushed once more.
ÒThatÕs... not what I meant,Ó Steve said. ÒSorry.Ó
ÒItÕs okay,Ó Melanie said brightly. ÒSo what are you working on?Ó
ÒIÕm doing studies of the magnetic pole,Ó Steve said. ÒKaraÕs
working on how it affects AntarcticaÕs fish and wildlife.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Melanie said. ÒI hear the magnetic pole flips around every so
often.Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Steve said. ÒEvery so many thousand years.Ó His
blush disappeared. He explained his work to her. Melanie listened, loving
every word of it, every movement of his lips, every breath. When at last
he was done telling her all about it her eggs were quite inedibly cold.
Melanie sat in the comm room. Kara had been out all day, and Steve,
despite MelanieÕs wishes that he stay inside with her, had gone out too.
Boredom had brought her into this room. Steve had given her some
calculations to do, in the makeshift room that served as a library, but
sheÕd tired of them. Melanie put her hand to one of the comm dials. She
sighed. It was annoying being all by herself. She wanted to be with Steve!
Instead she was sitting alone in the compound, given homework to do,
dumb math calculations, while he and his lovely wife were off somewhere
outside. Melanie sighed again. Well, at least they werenÕt together out
there. At least, she didnÕt think they were. She frowned to herself. They
were husband and wife, how silly it was for her to hope they werenÕt
together! But Kara had left first, to catch more seals for dissecting or
whatever exactly it was she did. And Steve had left later, to do his
measurements of the earthÕs magnetosphere. Melanie had wanted to go
with him but heÕd echoed his wifeÕs earlier concern, at the breakfast
table, that the incoming storm might arrive early.
ÒI couldnÕt ever forgive myself if I got my new intern killed on her
first day at the station,Ó Steve said. ÒIÕve got to go some ways out and it
may be awhile before I get back.Ó
ÒOh, Steve!Ó Melanie had pleaded.
ÒNo,Ó Steve had answered. ÒKara will probably get back before I do.
I donÕt want you getting caught out there with me.Ó
ÒNot even with my ass?Ó Melanie had teased, awkwardly, hoping still
to induce him to stay indoors.
ÒNo, and IÕm sorry I made such a sexual comment,Ó Steve said.
ÒYouÕre forgiven,Ó Melanie said. She looked at him hopefully. ÒSo
can I come with you?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Steve said. He stood awkwardly for a moment, standing over
her as she sat at the table, hesitating, as if he wanted to bend down and
give her a kiss. Then he turned away. ÒNo,Ó he said again. ÒAntarctica is
a dangerous place.Ó He looked over his shoulder at her. ÒYou have such a
pretty face,Ó he said. He glanced down at her breasts, bulging within her
checked shirt. ÒIf IÕd known how pretty the rest of you was IÕd never have
let you come down here.Ó
ÒOh, Steve!Ó Melanie said, pouting. ÒNow I am angry!Ó
ÒDo the calculations I told you about,Ó Steve said. ÒYouÕll find them
on my desk in the library. ItÕs not the greatest work but your letter said
youÕre good in math. It will help me a lot.Ó Melanie brightened.
ÒAlright. If it will help you,Ó Melanie agreed.
But now she was sitting in the comm room, wondering absently if
she could get PBS on the dial. Or perhaps MTV, or the BBC? She played
with a knob. Needles jumped. A voice came from a speaker and Melanie
gave a start. And then, after listening awhile, to her horror she realized
she couldnÕt figure out how to turn the equipment off.
Kara gazed at Melanie. The girl looked at her plate. They were
seated around the table, amidst the boxes in the kitchen, eating dinner, the
three of them, Steve and Kara and Melanie. Steve and his wife were fresh
from the shower, after a hard dayÕs hiking. Melanie tried to keep her eyes
on her plate but Kara, speaking her name, induced her to look up.
ÒWhat you did today was very bad,Ó Kara said to Melanie.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Melanie said. She gulped. Nothing had been said since
the husband and wife had come in together, and found her frantically
trying to get the comm equipment turned off.
ÒIt came on by itself,Ó Melanie said weakly.
ÒStill, that gave you no reason to touch it,Ó Steve said. ÒYou could
have completely cut off our communications.Ó
ÒI know,Ó Melanie said.
ÒWe canÕt keep you here if youÕre going to disobey,Ó Kara said. Tears
sprang to MelanieÕs eyes. Quickly Steve interrupted.
ÒItÕs not come to that,Ó Steve said.
ÒAlthough it ought to,Ó Kara corrected.
ÒThe South Pole is a deadly, unforgiving place,Ó Steve said to
Melanie. ÒA person can learn to live here, sure. I love this place. But IÕm
also aware of the dangers I face.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Melanie agreed, still looking at her plate.
ÒI think we can settle this,Ó Kara said. She looked at her husband.
He gave her a hopeful, if puzzled look.
ÒI suppose we could ground her,Ó Steve said. ÒExcept in here is all
our important gear, and out there itÕs a matter of life and death. If she
wonÕt do as sheÕs told, neither place is safe.Ó
ÒOh, itÕs much simpler than that,Ó Kara said. She watched as the girl
blushed, peeping up from her plate a little, then looking quickly back down.
ÒWhat do you suggest, that we lock in her in her room when we go
out?Ó Steve asked.
ÒNo,Ó Kara said. She gazed at the girl, at her cheeks, visibly red on
her bent-down head. ÒI think we should discipline her the old fashioned
way. SheÕs only a high school girl. I think we should give her a spanking.Ó
MelanieÕs head jerked upright. She looked at her hosts, first at Kara,
then to Steve, then back to Kara again.
ÒThatÕs....Ó
ÒNot a bad suggestion,Ó Steve said. Melanie, already blushing,
changed to the color of bricks.
ÒWe canÕt force you, of course,Ó Kara said to the girl. ÒWe can force
you to leave, however. So the choice is up to you. You can stay, if youÕll
take a bit of medicine for your misbehavior. Or you can pack your things.
The ship you came on leaves tomorrow. Steve could just get you there in
time to get you out of here.Ó
ÒI--Ó Melanie gulped.
ÒThatÕs a terrible thing to suggest,Ó Steve said to his wife. But
there was a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
ÒI donÕt want to leave for ANYTHING!Ó Melanie said.
ÒThen are you willing to be spanked?Ó Kara asked. Melanie
swallowed again, harder, her slim neck making her bosoms bounce under
her flannel shirt.
ÒWould I have to have it... on my bare bottom?Ó Melanie inquired.
ÒYes. Of course. It would hardly hurt with your jeans on,Ó Kara
answered. Steve, still looking bemused, shifted in his seat. Immediately
Melanie guessed the reason. He was becoming aroused! He blushed,
knowing that she knew, and she blushed even more in response. Only Kara,
staring unflinchingly at Melanie, remained pale, her mouth set, her eyes
gleaming.
MelanieÕs fingers interlaced in her lap. She felt a rising excitement.
She was becoming wet... it was embarrassing to think of it as she sat here
with Kara and Steve. The man shifted again in his chair. Melanie felt a
whole flight of butterflies rise in her stomach.
ÒIf... if it doesnÕt hurt TOO much,Ó Melanie said cautiously.
ÒYouÕre a silly thing if you think itÕs not going to hurt,Ó Kara said to
the girl. ÒIt wonÕt be with my hand. It will be delivered with a whip.Ó
Melanie looked at Kara, startled. Even Steve was startled.
ÒHoney,Ó Steve began. But Kara gave him an angry glance.
ÒIf you think IÕm going to let this little tart enjoy herself by letting
you have at her, forget it,Ó Kara snapped. ÒSheÕll feel it from me, with a
whip, or she may as well pack up and go home.Ó
ÒNO, I donÕt want to go home!Ó Melanie pleaded.
ÒThen finish your dinner,Ó Kara said. ÒWeÕll be here all night the
way you pick at your food. Finish, and then weÕll go to our room.Ó By this,
Melanie guessed she meant the bedroom Kara shared with Steve. The high
school student gulped. She was getting just what she wanted, to inveigle
herself into SteveÕs bedroom. But unfortunately his wife was coming too!
With a whip!
Outside the storm had worsened. But it was barely audible here, in
the quiet of Steve and KaraÕs bedroom. The room was reinforced, intended
to be a last refuge if the weather should blow all else away. The guest
bedroom was not as strong. Melanie, who had been briefed on the
deficiencies of her own bedroom, when things were still pleasant and
light, and they were all friends, had been told to come in here if she
should ever fear for her safety. But now she was here, but feeling most
unsafe!
Kara emerged from a bathroom. MelanieÕs breath caught in her
throat. For the woman was no longer clothed in her workjeans and
collared shirt. Instead, she wore a short nightgown. It was so
abbreviated around her waist that it showed her pubic thatch, or rather
the bottom of it, and a pair of translucent panties around her hips did
little to hide it. Her legs were long. She was taller than Melanie and
almost as tall as Steve. Her thighs bare at their tops, then covered with
fishnet stockings down to her toes where, around her ankles, and covering
the soles of her feet, were bright coal-black heels. They were stiletto
heels, and they elevated her height even further above Melanie, while
giving an exaggerated swing to her bottom. In her hands, poised in front of
her chiffon nightie like some rude joke, was a long, thin flexible cane.
Melanie gulped again. She gazed at its polished surface, as black as KaraÕs
shoes. She gulped a third time. She lifted her eyes, slowly, fearfully, to
KaraÕs face. The woman smiled above her nightie as the gown, stirred by
her movements, threatened to fall from her model-thin shoulders. Kara
tossed back her hair. Her eyes glittered, suddenly, as menacing as the
cane in her hand or the spiked heels on her feet.
ÒYou look surprised, darling,Ó Kara said. Her voice was soft, her
smile remained. But it was the grin of a cat with a cornered bird. ÒYou
should not be surprised,Ó Kara continued. ÒIt is bedtime, isnÕt it? With a
storm outside, and dinner and a dayÕs work behind us, itÕs time to turn in
for bed. The fact that I must give you a spanking first shouldnÕt interfere
with my preparations.Ó Melanie smelled KaraÕs perfume. It was stronger
now than before, either because of the snugness of this room, and the
rising heat within it, or because Kara had applied more, as if in
celebration of something. Melanie trembled. Kara stepped closer. She
pulled at the tip of the cane, then let go, while still holding it with her
other hand by its handle. It snapped and vibrated. The shivering motion of
the cane seemed to imbue itself directly into MelanieÕs quivering form.
Steve, who had taken a seat in an overstuffed chair, shifted his weight in
the chair. Although Melanie did not look, she guessed his movement was
inspired by a growing lump in his pants.
ÒKara,Ó Steve said, looking up at his wife. ÒI thought it would be the
whip.Ó The blonde woman smirked. With her eyes still fixed on Melanie,
she answered, ÒI think she needs something harder.Ó Melanie gulped again.
Her throat was becoming dry. But down below, down where her legs met,
she was becoming embarrassingly wet! ÒOf course your bottom must be
bare,Ó Kara said to Melanie, ÒBut that still leaves the question of how you
shall be taken. Will it be as you are, with your jeans pulled down, or will
it perhaps be in some sexy underwear, with the panties pulled down? Or
shall we do it bare, completely and utterly, so that you are completely
without defenses?Ó Kara gazed at Melanie. In the ensuing silence the girl
realized, as her knees began to shake uncontrollably, that the woman was
actually expecting an answer!
Beyond the concrete, bunker-like walls of the bedroom, the
windspeed increased. Its howling penetrated the bedroom, sounding to
Melanie like distant banshees, bent on revenge. There was an ebb and flow
to the sound, matching, it seemed to her, as she stood trembling with her
dry throat and too-wet lips down within her panties, her own shivering.
But within the bedroom all was still, Kara poised in her heels, holding the
cane, Steve looking pained as he sat in his chair.
It was Steve who broke the silence. He cleared his throat and said,
in a low voice, ÒOf course, you would not be totally naked. There is still
the matter of giving you straps for your wrists and ankles.Ó
ÒS- Straps?Ó Melanie asked. She felt quite embarrassed now, on top
of her previous embarrassment. She was mortified that she could not stop
her knees from shaking. She looked like a girl desperate to go to the
toilet!
ÒThere is a finishing touch I like,Ó Steve explained. He lifted his
hand. He extended a finger. ÒA finishing touch I like to see to any
spanking,Ó Steve said. He gave his wife a wry glance. Her catÕs smile
faded. A tremor passed through her, as if of discomfort. ÒYour bottom,Ó
Steve continued, looking again at Melanie. ÒIt intrigues me. As I told you
at breakfast.Ó He shifted in his chair again and this time Melanie looked
down between his legs. Yes, he was very hard, his crotch sticking up in
his jeans as if someone had raised a tent. ÒI will want to test your ass
after your spanking,Ó Steve said. ÒYou are a virgin. I can tell it by the
way you behave.Ó Melanie reddened, even more than she was already doing.
Her knees continued to shake. ÒYou donÕt need to worry about your hymen,Ó
Steve said. ÒIt is your virgin ass I want.Ó A grin spread across his face.
He put down his hand. Somehow, amidst her trembling, Melanie found her
courage.
ÒYouÕre disgusting!Ó she said. She turned around, awkwardly showing
her back to Steve and, as nature would have it, her young well-fatted
behind, still clad in her store-tight jeans.
ÒYes. It is perfect,Ó Steve said. He gazed at the denim-clad display
Melanie was innocently making. ÒBut bend forward a little,Ó Steve said.
ÒStop!Ó Melanie hissed. She turned around again, anger reddening her
face now, along with embarrassment. Kara, tall and sexy in her nightgown
and stockings, tugged again at her cane.
ÒI think I know how I want you,Ó Kara said to Melanie. ÒCompletely
and submissively naked. With straps for your ankles, of course.Ó Her
smile returned to her face. ÒA bar fitted between them will keep your
legs apart, Melanie, so whether you stand or sit, you will be open-legged
for your lover.Ó KaraÕs eyes sparkled. MelanieÕs widened with fright.
ÒYes, I know. YouÕre in love with my husband,Ó Kara said. She grinned
more broadly. Her teeth flashed. ÒThatÕs why youÕll do just youÕre asked,
isnÕt it? Whatever it is. Because of your unbounded love for him,Ó Kara
said. MelanieÕs blush returned, in full force, even greater than before. All
traces of anger disappeared from her face.
ÒOh, God!Ó Melanie wailed. She looked down at her toes, safe in her
moccasins.
ÒYou see? It is true,Ó Kara said to Steve. ÒSheÕs crazy about you.
She thinks I didnÕt know.Ó Kara laughed. ÒShe even thought IÕd never find
out, the little bitch, but I knew from the moment I first saw her lay eyes
on you.Ó Kara stepped close to the girl. Melanie could feel the womanÕs
breath exhale onto her cheeks. It stirred her hair, a little, that fell down
past her face and over her shoulders, blonde halo-hair disturbed by a devil.
ÒIt will not be so bad, my dear,Ó Kara said, with a sudden authentic
compassion. She didnÕt want to lose the girl now, to scare her too much.
She believed in playing a victim like a violin, harder and then softer, and
then harder again. ÒThe strokes will be light at first. You will barely feel
them. Then I will impart a little more energy to your behind, it will be
stimulating, really! If you receive them well I will allow a small break in
the middle, so you can catch your breath and perhaps receive a few kisses
from Steve. Then it will be back on the bed, yes, I will do it there, I do not
wish you to suffer unnecessary discomfort. By the end of it you will be
bucking like a horse, Steve admiring your young bottom and you feeling
quite embarrassed by it, but proud too, if my own experience is any guide.Ó
Kara reached out. She brushed back MelanieÕs hair where it had fallen
partly in front of her face, due to her shivering. Her breath exhaled again,
very close now, tickling MelanieÕs nose with its heady scent of perfume.
The girl stifled a perfume-drenched sneeze. ÒAnd afterward,Ó Kara said to
the girl, in a very quiet voice now. ÒAfter it is all done, even though you
will be hurting, you will feel an exhilaration at having gone through it. A
kind of new life will open up before you, similar, I think, to surviving
down here in the cold and then going back to the real world, to the
comfortable people, who never know whatÕs it like to live more than a
half-mile from the mall.Ó Kara kissed Melanie, lightly, on her right cheek.
The girlÕs knees wobbled a little less violently. Steve stood up.
ÒShe will need a collar also, so I can pin her hands to it,Ó Steve told
Kara.
ÒOf course, dear. IÕm quite used to it,Ó Kara answered. And she was.
For Steve, when they were first married, had disciplined her often, not out
of anger but because he said it would make her a better student, more
dutiful. He did it despite her brilliance and her original contributions to
his work. She did not complain. She liked taking a walk on the wild side
with a great manly explorer, even if men interested her much less than
girls did. It was good training, she told herself, for what she herself
wished to do to the girls she loved. Like Melanie.
With Steve and KaraÕs help, Melanie took off her clothes. In fact, she
did very little, letting them have at her like two disciples of Venus.
Surreptitiously she enjoyed their ÒoohsÓ and ÒahhsÓ as they unveiled her
young nakedness for the first time. SheÕd saved herself for this moment,
and although it had not worked out quite as she planned, it was still
something sheÕd yearned for, for so very long, to be undressed and admired
by the explorer Steve Dent! With compassionate hands, not at all rough or
angry, Steve and Kara slipped the leather straps on Melanie. On her
wrists, so slim the straps had to be pulled to the last hole to fit her. On
her ankles, similarly slim, and on her slender neck. Melanie feared at first
she would choke with the collar pulled around her neck. She wasnÕt used
to being attired like a pet. But Steve made sure she could breathe and she
settled at last, only her still-trembling knees, and the quivering of her
breasts, giving away her anxiety.
Steve sat back down in his chair. His pants were utterly taut now,
between his legs, and there was obvious pain on his face from the
resulting tightness of his trousers. Kara looked at him. Then she looked
at Melanie, who was now naked, except for the leather bands, and said,
ÒPlease free SteveÕs penis. I want you to go down on your knees and suck
it for him too, show him how much you love him, despite what he and I are
going to do to you. Forgive him with your mouth, before he even lays a
hand on you.Ó Melanie, too frightened and yet too much in love to refuse,
bent down. ÒOn your knees!Ó Kara said, for the girl simply bent her back.
Kara encouraged her with a snap of the cane in the air. The girl fell to her
knees on the roomÕs soft carpet. She put her mouth to SteveÕs crotch.
With her palms pressed to the floor, buried in the carpet, she licked at the
tab of his zipper. She drew it into her mouth. With worshipful eyes,
looking up at SteveÕs face, she unzipped it. It was SteveÕs turn to tremble.
His hardness protruded, clad in his white underpants. A snow-clad
missile, waiting to be fired from the Antarctic wastes. Gently Melanie
lifted her hands. She unwrapped him, taking him from his underpants with
eyes as large as a child opening a longed-for Christmas gift. First she
licked, tentatively, at this new thing sheÕd unveiled. This throbbing,
pulsing, quivering rod of flesh. Steve groaned. Blinking, Melanie drew
back her lips. She did not want to excite him too much. Even she, in her
virginity, knew the limits of male desire. He looked down at her. His eyes
were glazed. When he had rested a moment, she returned to him. This
time it was with her whole mouth, applying it as Kara again encouraged
her with a threatening snap of the cane.
ÒYes. Suck,Ó Kara urged. ÒAt last you have an appetite. Suck him
well, and I will be gentler with you.Ó Melanie sucked, Kara watching
closely, Steve beginning to wriggle and groan again as the fullness of
MelanieÕs love expressed itself on his penis. ÒKeep him poised between
desire and release,Ó Kara told the girl. ÒDo not let him cum. His seed is
intended for your ass. But donÕt be squeamish either. Take him deep. Deep
into your mouth, even into your throat. Let him twitch in you and thrust.Ó
Steve bucked his hips. Melanie shouted, but it was a drowned shout, his
staff urging back to the very back of her mouth. ÒThatÕs it,Ó Kara said
approvingly to the girl. To Steve she said, ÒI think the girl has a knack for
it.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Steve answered. His teeth gritted. He jerked his hips again.
Melanie accepted the movement and then, fearing once more that he might
spill, she drew herself off him. Kara clucked her approval. Melanie
offered a sheepish smile to them both, the two of them towering over her
as she knelt infant-like on the carpet.
ÒYou do it well,Ó Kara said to Melanie.
ÒThank you,Ó the girl answered. She lifted a hand and brushed back
her hair, which had fallen in loose strands across her face.
ÒYou have already worked off half the strokes I intended to give
you,Ó Kara told the blonde.
ÒMmmm.Ó Melanie said. Her hands shifted back past her hips. She
touched her seat. Gazing at Steve, at his hardness, she pulled at her
cheeks. They parted under her grip. Then she let go of them and, with a
tautness as firm as the cane in KaraÕs hands, they snapped back together
again. She leaned forward once more. And as she sucked, a thought
occurred to her, as the length and breadth of Steve stretched her mouth to
the breaking point: how would she ever take such a big thing up her
behind? Kara seemed to read her mind. ÒIt will be rough,Ó Kara told the
girl. ÒBut when you feel his seed in your ass, you will know it was all
worthwhile.Ó
Melanie found herself well-positioned on the bed, Steve standing
behind her with his penis wet and slick and gleaming from the attentions
of her mouth. She was panting now, like some too-excited runner before a
race. She felt utterly vulnerable in her nudity. Abjectly she was bent
over, head down, butt up, in the posture Steve and Kara said was best for
whipping. Melanie, tight-bottomed and tight in her straps, but otherwise
free to move on the bed, stared back over her shoulder. Steve and Kara
looked not at her face, but at her naked ass. This caused Melanie a new
flush of embarrassment. Even the whiteness of her behind colored a little,
she thought, feeling a sudden warmth there, she was so embarrassed by
the rude display she was making. It was as if she were leaning way over,
in a bed no less, to plop a turd on the clean white sheets. But her dinner
had not worked its way down that far from her tummy. She still felt full,
her dinner still digesting, and if she hadnÕt loved Steve so much she felt
sure that by now she would have thrown it all up.
ÒAn excellent little ass, donÕt you think?Ó Kara said to Steve. The
man nodded. His vigor displayed, but his pants still otherwise clasping his
hips, he took the cane from Kara.
ÒLet me begin it,Ó he said to the woman. ÒSince IÕm going to be
giving her the first strokes inside her bottom, I want to give her the first
strokes on it as well.Ó Kara laughed.
ÒHave your way,Ó she said, and her fingers, still grasping the caneÕs
handle a little, let go. Melanie stared, her bottom cheeks clenching.
ÒTry to relax,Ó Steve said to the girl. ÒYou are going to have to take
a lot on your butt tonight, and in it too. Try to accept.Ó Melanie, dumbly,
nodded. But her bottom contracted even more, like a tight little ball
compressing air within its twin lovely spheres. ÒReady?Ó Steve asked.
Melanie bit her lip and nodded.
ÒStay in position, no matter how much it hurts. Otherwise we will
have to tie you,Ó Kara advised the girl. And then, coming forward a little,
and brushing MelanieÕs long golden hair off her back, where it was lying in
a light tangle, so that the girlÕs back was as bare and white as her ass, the
woman added, ÒDonÕt forget. If you are good we will take a break in-
between, letting you cool off a little before the rest of the strokes are
applied. But if you are bad and roll on your side or try to cover yourself
with your hands, then it will be the worse for you, and we may even have
to take you downstairs.Ó This last word made Melanie tremble.
Downstairs? She was not aware of any ÔdownstairsÕ at the compound.
What did Kara mean by that? But Melanie had only a moment to ponder, for
a second later the cane was raised and the first stroke came down.
It struck. It landed in the center of MelanieÕs seat. MelanieÕs head
shot up. She screamed. The blow, though light, was nothing she had ever
been accustomed to. Her father and mother had never spanked her. She had
fallen down on her butt ice-skating, but never before had she felt the hot,
brand like touch of a swiftly applied cane. Kara put a hand atop the girlÕs
head. She pushed her head back down, watching as MelanieÕs frantically
wriggling bottom worked off the sting. When at last Melanie calmed, the
blonde virgin looked back over her shoulder again at Steve. The man, as
Melanie watched him, raised his cane again. He brought it down anew and
she bit her lip, almost drawing blood, as the cane lightly seared her flesh.
ÒOooooh!Ó Melanie shouted, loudly but not quite the scream she had
offered the first time, even though the cane was applied slightly harder
than before. Steve smiled. He watched as the girl moved and bucked her
sensitive young cheeks. Again Kara reached out, pushing down the girlÕs
head, keeping her mobile bottom upraised. Steve knew he could hurt
Melanie with just a mild whipping, the girl was so unused to the thing he
was now giving her. The thought thrilled him. He wanted suddenly to take
her far, into the deepest realms of pain. The thought made his dick quiver.
He had to stop himself a moment and hold himself back, the desire that
flooded him was so strong. Kara looked; she had experienced his unbridled
side, once, deep in the night when he was unable to sleep. She shook her
head ÔnoÕ to him. He agreed, silently. The poor thing on her knees in front
of him reminded him of a puppy, she looked so abject in her love for him,
in her willingness to suffer for his affection. He stifled a laugh, even as
he almost spilled himself on the carpet. Poor bitch! If only you knew
what I have in store for you! But not tonight, he told himself, wondering
even as he said it what exactly he had in mind. Downstairs? Would he
dare to take her down there? No, he told himself. Even I, in my depravity,
have some respect for the innocence of children. He laughed again, this
time unable to stifle it, and Melanie, shocked, for she was feeling quite
wounded, looked him full in the face, tearing her eyes from his quivering
magnificent cock.
ÒI donÕt love you,Ó Steve wanted to say to the girl. ÒIf I wanted
someone as beautiful as you do you think IÕd be holed up down here in the
arctic? No, I am just using you, poor girl. Using you for entertainment,
with your smarting behind offered up to me like some raw sacrifice, the
puppy love of a girl whoÕs saved herself too long, and now, in the presence
of her idol, canÕt bear to say ÔnoÕ. CanÕt refuse him anything, in fact, can
you? Despite his rude display, and his ruder requests.Ó Steve waved the
cane in the air, wanting to bring it down, but still lost in his thoughts, in
his silent oration. ÒNo, IÕve had plenty of girls,Ó Steve said to himself. ÒI
prefer women in fact, women like Kara. What do I care for some giggly
blonde who will do whatever I ask? ThereÕs no sophistication in you, girl,
just abject love. Or lust, or whatever it is some bubblegum blonde feels
when she looks at a guy she thinks she likes, the ruddy explorer, the
handsome guy who every girlÕs got to have.Ó He frowned at her. She took
it as a sign of his displeasure and, feeling weak and frightened, lifted her
bottom higher, despite her fear, thinking her posture might not be good
enough for him. And then she shut her eyes. ÒAn ostrich, thatÕs what you
are,Ó Steve said to the girl, to himself. He said nothing except in his
mind, but knowing Kara was still looking at him and could read his
thoughts, as wives can, it thrilled him to know she was aware of how
little he cared for the girl. ÒYou will give me pleasure tonight, you foolish
ostrich girl, but I do not love you,Ó Steve said silently to Melanie, with
Kara watching. ÒEven if I say I love you, in the heat of passion, know that
it is only to comfort you, for the wounds I will give you.Ó And then, as he
brought down the cane again, he suddenly for a moment wanted to throw
away all that heÕd said, for she was, he thought to himself, incredibly
beautiful, and she had the sweetest, sexiest little bottom on this or any
continent.
Melanie was breathing hard. Her hair was tousled, hanging down in
her eyes, but she didnÕt care. Her tongue was sore from being bitten. Her
ass was worse, a red ball of flame that felt as hot as a noonday sun. It
was, in fact, the warmest thing in this room, in this refuge from the snow
and the storm outside.
ÒThatÕs good. Very good,Ó Kara murmured. She moved her hand in
MelanieÕs hair, atop her head.
Melanie gasped. ÒPlease stop,Ó she said. She felt her breasts,
hanging beneath her, quiver with her words. She looked at the bedcover.
Stains marked it, wetness from her tears.
ÒNo,Ó Kara said. ÒYouÕve only had six. And light ones at that. We
have a ways to go yet before youÕre through.Ó
ÒIÕm through right now!Ó Melanie pleaded. She looked up at Kara.
Then, just as quickly, she looked back over her shoulder, where Steve
brandished the cane. ÒPlease stop,Ó she said again.
ÒWe are just getting going,Ó Steve answered. But a flash of
tenderness showed in his eyes. ÒWould you like to take a break?Ó he
asked. Frantically Melanie nodded.
ÒShe doesnÕt need a break yet,Ó Kara said.
ÒYes I doOOOOH!Ó Melanie shouted, for, rolling quickly over, she
seated herself on her sore bottom. Kara laughed. Steve laughed with her.
ÒThatÕs not funny!Ó Melanie said ruefully. She squirmed, gave another
pained shout, but, eyes on the cane, managed to keep her ass on the bed.
ÒI suppose you would like some wine or something to dull the pain?Ó
Kara asked. Melanie looked up at her.
ÒYes, please!Ó the girl answered.
ÒSuch as it is,Ó Kara added disdainfully, turning and walking to a
cabinet which, when opened, revealed an array of bottles and glasses.
Steve sat down on the bed. His cock sticking up, still wearing his pants
but with his member arching up out of his fly, he gazed with warm eyes at
Melanie. His hands stroked the cane.
ÒSometimes my wife and I spend hours in this bedroom thinking up
new ways to punish each other,Ó he said to Melanie. He drank in the sight
of her big blue eyes and her coin-sized red nipples, as Kara poured wine
into two glasses. ÒIt is interesting to see a lover in pain,Ó Steve
explained to Melanie. ÒEspecially when you yourself are doing it to her.
IÕm always dismayed when Kara gets hurt in real life of course. Last
month she fell down and sprained one of her ankles. But in the bedroom,
alone together, both of us done with our work and ready for pleasure, it is
interesting to delay it a bit, to test each other with pain first, to see how
much each other can take, and in what ways.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Kara agreed. She brought over the two glasses. She handed
one to Melanie. With a trembling hand, the girl accepted it. As she put it
to her lips and sipped, Steve admiring her bare breasts as they wiggled
with her swallows, Steve said,
ÒYou have made a brave start. I know your bottom hurts and you will
not want any more but, really, you are only at the very doorstep of love.
Not even across the threshold yet. A spanking. Admittedly with a cane,
but lightly applied. It is something your father might have given you.
Should have given you,Ó he added. Melanie took her glass from her lips.
ÒBut then you would not have been my first,Ó she replied. There was
a coyness to her gaze now, despite the frightened look in her eyes.
ÒYes. True,Ó Steve agreed.
ÒIs the wine tasty?Ó Kara intruded. The girl looked up at her.
ÒYes. Thank you,Ó Melanie said.
ÒIt is a 1984 Beaujolais vintage,Ó Kara said. She sipped her own
glass, then gave it to Steve, who drank from it and handed it back to her.
ÒWe share everything,Ó Kara explained, as Melanie gazed at them over the
rim of her own glass.
ÒOh,Ó Melanie said. Her eyes stared into the wine in the glass, the
wine in KaraÕs hand. Kara sipped from it again. Suddenly, still holding her
own glass, Melanie reached out for the one in KaraÕs hand.
ÒWould you like a taste too?Ó Kara asked.
ÒYes. Please,Ó Melanie said.
ÒIt is the same wine,Ó Steve was about to say, then realized what
the girl was proposing. With awed eyes he watched as Melanie, fingers
trembling, breasts quivering, took the glass of wine from his wife. She
put it to her lips. She held it poised there a moment, gazing down into it,
as if having second thoughts. Then, tilting the glass, she let the wine
flow into her mouth.
Kara smiled. Her hands played across her hips. She touched her
panties at the waistband and then slid them down, all the way down her
stockinged legs, her husband watching. Melanie drank again from the
glass, gazing wide-eyed at Kara as the woman removed her panties. When
sheÕd stepped out of them, Kara handed them to her husband. Then she sat
down on the bed. She did not sit next to her husband but rather on the
other side of Melanie, so that one of them flanked the girlÕs left, and the
other her right, all of them sitting near the right side of the bed. Kara
reached out and took MelanieÕs glass from her. Not the one sheÕd just
given her, but the other one, and she drank from it.
ÒMmmm. IthÕs very good,Ó Melanie breathed, her voice suddenly made
lispy by the wine
ÒYes,Ó Kara agreed with her. She smiled more broadly. Steve played
with his wifeÕs underpants, passing them lightly, softly, over the ramrod
staff of his dick.
ÒYou are so lovely,Ó Kara said to Melanie. Her eyes glowed. With
some fear in her own eyes, Melanie returned the admiration, smiling at the
woman. Kara leaned forward and Melanie, trembling, mirrored the
womanÕs movement. Their lips touched. Their breasts bumped. Steve
watched awestruck as both women extended their tongues, Kara boldly,
Melanie hesitantly. Their lips locked. Their tongues squirmed in each
otherÕs mouths. Melanie gave a stifled cry as KaraÕs drove deep. The wine
glass fell from MelanieÕs fingers. The wetness of its contents spilled
across her thighs. Deftly Kara, still mouth-to-mouth with Melanie, passed
her glass to Steve. He drank from it, watching as his wife rolled Melanie
onto her back on their bed.
Fingers caressed. Moans told of pleasures sought and found. Steve
watched, his penis painfully hard, as his wife and Melanie fondled each
otherÕs most secret places with their hands.
ÒYesssss,Ó Kara hissed.
ÒMmmmm, nooo,Ó Melanie answered. When the woman urged open
MelanieÕs thighs, the girl clutching at the womanÕs bottom in response,
Steve nearly shot himself on the carpet. His hips bucked in sympathy with
the liquid movements of the two womenÕs own hips.
ÒAh! Ah!Ó Melanie offered, her voice becoming tight and strained,
small bursts of air escaping her lips.
ÒOoooh. Uhhhnnn,Ó KaraÕs own, slightly deeper voice answered. They
were like lovebirds, tangled together in some briar patch, their limbs
growing ever more frisky, yet more focused too, as they drove home their
newfound love for each other.
ÒOooooh! Eeeeee!Ó Melanie wailed, feeling the first pangs of
fulfillment. Briskly KaraÕs fingers rubbed the girlÕs snatch. ÒOh stop no!Ó
Melanie managed to wail, yet at the same time driving one of her fingers
now into KaraÕs tight bottom. Steve arched his hips, straining himself
into the air. He felt a sudden surge. His balls roiled. With a sickening
realization, he suddenly knew he was cumming. At the same time
MelanieÕs voice broke urgently from her throat, a high-pitched wail of
complete surrender. Kara joined her. She placed the girlÕs remaining hand
inbetween her legs, guiding her as Melanie, wickedly, strove to penetrate
the womanÕs bottom with her finger. Melanie was lying underneath the
woman but, perhaps in contemplation of what Steve had promised her, she
dug at KaraÕs hiney hole with her digit. The woman was too busy giving
Melanie her first taste of pleasure, and accepting her own release at the
same time, to protest. As for Steve, watching the whole thing, especially
his wifeÕs bottom, which was turned to him, it was all too much. With
urgent thrustings into the chaste air of the room, he launched a cavalcade
of sperm, the stuff flying toward the bedroom wall, splattering the carpet
underneath it as it fell short of its mark. A less intensely aroused man
might have had the thought to turn and shower the girls. But Steve was so
overwhelmed by MelanieÕs sudden capitulation that he vigorously
splattered the floor. As he realized there was no holding back, he grabbed
himself. He finished the job by repeatedly jerking his member with his
fist. To his horror, and to his delight, as he spurted himself to oblivion
Melanie, though under Kara and overwhelmed by the woman, managed to
see him, turning her head a little, opening her passion-closed eyes,
watching with dulled senses and screamy moans as he gave to the air what
he had intended for the deepest recesses of her colon.
ÒOh, my. We have made a mess of things, havenÕt we?Ó Kara asked,
when at last she had pulled herself free of Melanie and managed to sit up
again on the bed.
ÒYeah,Ó Steve said. He looked down at his tribute to the floor.
Melanie, sitting up slowly, gazed over KaraÕs shoulder.
ÒOh my,Ó she said.
ÒIt is our fault,Ó Kara said to Melanie.
ÒYes,Ó the girl agreed. The promptness of her response sent shivers
up SteveÕs spine.
ÒBut I know a way to get him up again,Ó Kara said. She reached and
pulled Melanie closer, putting an arm around the girlÕs middle.
ÒWhat?Ó Melanie asked. She snuggled close to the woman.
ÒThe cane. On your bottom,Ó Kara said to Melanie. Steve watched as
the girl trembled. How delicious her breasts were, he thought to himself,
seeing how a new shiver, passing through her, made the tips dance.
ÒOoooh. No,Ó Melanie begged.
ÒYes. It is the only way,Ó Kara told the girl. She touched one of
MelanieÕs nipples. The girl looked down at herself, watching as the woman
pressed in on the nipple, as if calling an elevator.
ÒSheÕs right,Ó Steve told Melanie. ÒIÕm not going to let you get away
without taking some more strokes on your ass. This was intended to be a
punishment session, not some whack-off party.Ó
ÒBut it hurts!Ó Melanie cried. There was an abject look in her eyes,
replacing the one of pleasure fulfilled. She reached back. Lifting her
bottom slightly, she slipped her hands under it. Kara was not dissuaded.
She leaned forward again. She kissed MelanieÕs lips. To SteveÕs surprise,
the girlÕs mouth opened again, readily, and a moment later they were once
more sharing each otherÕs tongues.
Melanie knelt once more on the bed. Kara was on the bed with her
now too, but the woman was sitting on her own bottom, while MelanieÕs
was arched high in the air.
ÒPut your head down a little more,Ó Kara advised Melanie. ÒRight
into the pillow. Now lift your bottom. Higher.Ó Still dissatisfied, despite
the awkward boldness of MelanieÕs pose, the woman pulled the pillow out
from under MelanieÕs face. With her hand she pressed MelanieÕs head
lower. This had the effect of elevating MelanieÕs hips even more, and
making an even archer and ruder display of her seat.
ÒNice,Ó Steve said. He stood behind Melanie once more, just beyond
the foot of the bed. Already his cock was becoming aroused again. From
its spent condition it was now half hard, like a semi-filled casing of
sausage.
ÒYou have such pretty tits,Ó Kara said. She let her fingers play
underneath MelanieÕs bosoms, then pushed the girl even further into the
bedding so that even her breasts now plumped into the bed. The effect
was to stretch the girlÕs bottom as high as it could go. It looked like a
rising balloon.
ÒIt will hurt,Ó Melanie said, her voice half-drowned in the bedding
that now surrounded her face. Steve looked from the splendor of MelanieÕs
bottom to his wife.
ÒDo you think she might need a gag?Ó he asked. ÒI want to be rougher
with her this time. I donÕt want her biting her tongue off.Ó
ÒGood idea,Ó Kara said. She tugged at the girlÕs blonde hair.
ÒOwwww!Ó Melanie cried. Pulled up by her long blonde locks, she
raised her head. Her bottom lowered.
ÒHurry up,Ó Steve urged his wife. He looked down at himself. He
saw he was swiftly rising to the length of a good hard bone. He felt a
tension in his balls and wondered if he would wind up embarrassing
himself twice in one night.
Kara rose from the bed. Melanie stared after her. She remained in a
crouch, watching as the blonde woman went to the same cabinet that held
the liquor and glasses. Opening a drawer, she took out a round red rubber
ball. Attached to it were straps. Melanie gasped, the sigh of a child
seeing a toy. But it was no toy sheÕd ever experienced before. When Kara
brought it over to her, Melanie cringed. The woman admonished her and,
forcing the girl to open her mouth, prying her lips apart with her fingers,
she stuck the ball into MelanieÕs mouth. Steve saw that MelanieÕs
resistance, though theatrical, was not determined, and it made him glad.
She might have put her hands over her face, sitting back on her ass, but
she remained in position, on all fours, her bottom presented to him even as
his wife put the ball in her mouth. When the ball was in place, Melanie
looking ridiculous with her lips jammed open and half the ball sticking
out, half in, being too big to fit all the way in her, Kara buckled the straps
dangling from the ball around her head. The girl looked to Steve like a
horse being bitted, admittedly with a clown bit, a big fat piece of red
rubber.
ÒThere. All done,Ó Kara said, when the job was finished. She beamed
at Melanie. ÒYou werenÕt too difficult,Ó Kara complimented her. Of course
the novice tried to speak in reply.
ÒAngl cgoli ook,Ó she said, her eyes rapidly blinking as she realized
she couldnÕt talk.
ÒNow bend down your head,Ó Kara said, ignoring the girlÕs attempt to
reply. Once more her hand went above her head, pressing down on it. Once
more she made this young woman, who she had so recently embraced in
pleasure, prepare herself for the unwanted pain of the cane. When
MelanieÕs face was flush with the bed again, indeed, pressing down into it,
ostrich-like, Steve raised his cane.
ÒOh, Steve! You are almost completely hard again!Ó Kara, her hand on
MelanieÕs head, commented.
ÒYes,Ó Steve said. He brought the cane down then, letting it smack
with unbridled vigor into the round blushing loveliness of MelanieÕs
bottom.
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